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TERESA SNUGGLED AGAINST Alfonso and listened to him sleep. She smiled as she thought about the ride she’d just given him. She looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand to check the time. She was too excited to sleep. Soon they would put their plan into action. She still couldn’t believe that no one had yet found out about her and her lover.
Her lover wanted a voodoo priestess to use black magic, but Teresa wanted him to see the betrayal before he died. It took some coercing to convince him this was the best way to handle this matter before he finally gave in to her demands. To make sure he didn’t change his mind, she used an incantation she found. It was one of Marie Laveau’s spells on how to drive someone to murder. It had to be done at just the right time for the incantation to work. The hardest ingredient for her to get was the alligator brain, but she finally found it and then performed the incantation.
As the clock struck midnight, she heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Instinctively, Alfonso reached for his gun that wasn’t there. She asked him to leave it in the dresser this one time, just as she had asked him to let his bodyguards have the night off. She resorted to tears, pleading with him for one night of normalcy. She reminded him that no one would ever attempt anything on him, that he was too feared. After he agreed to her pleas, she realized she was getting better at convincing these strong men to bend to her every wish. She wondered if her lover knew what she had in mind for him as well. Why must a man run the Mafia? These chauvinistic pigs never once considered that a woman could do the job. Even her dad fretted and married her off because he did not have a male son to take over the business. He never considered her for the job.
Since arriving in America, she had discovered voodoo. Listening to her lover talk about how he used voodoo in his Family, she learned as much as she could on the subject. She may not be as powerful as Bianca Honore, who had been studying all of her life, but she was quite powerful with spells. With a little more practice, she would be a force to reckon with. No one would ever suspect her as being the one performing the rituals.
Teresa wore her charm to protect herself from Bianca and anyone else who may want to stop her from performing the black arts of voodoo. She doubted Bianca even suspected it was her. No one would suspect an outsider. She feared since she wasn’t born into voodoo that she wouldn’t be able to perform the black magic, but an old lady informed her that it wasn’t about who you were but about what was in your heart. For voodoo to work, you must honestly believe in it. Once she opened her mind and body to it, she found that the first small potions and spells that she made worked. This gave her courage to try harder incantations and spells. She was ready to move on to the more dangerous of black magic. She had been making special voodoo dolls. It took some trickery to get a lock of hair from Bianca and her lover, but soon they would know what she planned for them.
As the gunman barged into the room, Teresa let out a blood curdling scream for good measure. The intruder calmly pointed the assault rifle at the two lying in bed. She prepared herself for the sound of gunfire that was soon to come. Before Alfonso could ask what the intruder wanted, the sound of the gun’s blast rang through the room. A bullet struck Alfonso between his eyes.
As the blood flowed down her dead husband’s face, she got up off the bed and ran to her lover. As she leapt into his arms, she pulled off his ski mask and gave him a deep kiss. He held her tightly, kissing her back.
He looked deep into her eyes, “You know when his father hears of this, there will be hell to pay.”
She smiled up at him, “It is time you let your voodoo priestess see how far her black magic reaches.”
The Mafia Prince laughed, “I love the way you think.”
Her momma would be proud when she heard how well the plan was going. Soon she would be the one everyone feared.
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